Chapter5: Your Head

It was a fifteen-minute ride from the airport to the address sent to Amelia by the real estate agent, who was supposed to show her around the new apartment she had rented before returning to New York City.

Getting down from the car, Amelia paid the driver before heading to the entrance of the apartment, and with that, she placed a soft knock on the door and waited for the door to be opened.

"A minute, please." A voice sounded from inside, and after a while the door burst open, revealing a man who was probably in his late forties.

"Good afternoon, Mr. James," Amelia greeted the real estate agent as he opened the door.

"Yes, good afternoon, it's Mrs. Jones, right?" The real estate agent asked Amelia, who nodded in reply, and with that he shot her a strange look as if he had just remembered something about her.

"Is everything okay?" Amelia, who didn't fail to realise the change on the man's face, asked him.

"Yes, everything is okay. Tell me, have we met before?" The real estate agent asked Amelia, who furrowed her brows at him before taking a proper look at him to see if she would recall seeing him somewhere.

"No," Amelia said to him after some minutes of reflection.

"Why do you ask, by the way?" Amelia asked him.

"Well, your face looks familiar, but I still can't recall where I saw it," the real estate agent said to Amelia, who only raised her shoulders in reply.

"Well, I have been away from New York City for the past five years; maybe the person you are referring to is someone who resembles me," Amelia said to the real estate agent, who was still trying to figure out where he had seen her.

"Well, you might be right; after all, it's normal for people to resemble each other even if they aren't related. Please follow me; let me show you around the apartment," the real estate agent said to Amelia as he led her inside.

"Wait, I think I just remembered where I saw your face for the first time," the real estate agent said to Amelia, who furrowed her brows at him.

"Are you somehow related to the Richards family?" The real estate agent asked Amelia, and immediately she swallowed hard.

It hasn't even been up to twenty-four hours since she returned to New York City, and someone has already recognised her. Even though she has expected people to recognise her when she returns, she didn't expect it to be this early. If the news of her return escalates this soon, then she's going to have a really hard time, especially with the competition she came back for.

"No, my surname is Jones and not Richard, or do I resemble someone from the Richard family?" Amelia asked the real estate agent with furrowed brows.

"Yes, you do. Five years ago, the eldest daughter of the Richard family disappeared after her wedding with the eldest son of the Williams family. A search notice was immediately issued throughout the whole city after her disappearance, and the Williams family even promised to give one million dollars to whoever succeeds in finding her. It's a pity that no one has been able to find her till now," the real estate agent said to Amelia.

"Wow, that's really a nice story. Not only do I resemble the lady you are talking about, but I also left five years ago. What a coincidence," Amelia said to the real estate agent.

"Yes, it's really a coincidence, and believe me, many people are going to mistake you for the lost daughter of the Richard family in the coming days; the only thing that is going to save you is your surname, which isn't Richard," the real estate agent said to Amelia.

"Well, it's been five years; surely many people have already forgotten about it. You probably have a good memory; that's why you were able to recall it," Amelia said to the real estate agent.

"You absolutely do; I have a good memory. You aren't the first to say that," the real estate agent said to Amelia while looking at his wristwatch.

"Well, let me quickly show you around the apartment; I still have other clients to meet with, and I don't want to be late," the real estate agent said to Amelia before motioning her to follow him so that he can show her around the apartment, and with that, Amelia followed him from behind.

Meanwhile, Edward could be seen sitting in the back of his car while tapping angrily on the screen of his phone.

"Damn these traffic lights; why is it now of all times that there would be a traffic jam, and why are the damn traffic lights so difficult to hack?" he muttered angrily while trying to hack the traffic light's system.

After what seemed like an eternity, Edward was finally able to hack into the traffic light's system, and without thinking twice, he made the lights on his side remain steady green, and with that, he tossed the phone away before looking at the driver, who was still lost in his thoughts as he couldn't believe that his boss had just hacked into the traffic light's system. Since when he knew him, this was his first time seeing him being so worked up because of the traffic lights; if not, he never cared if there was a traffic jam or not. After all, he could come by any time he wants to any event, and no one would dare question him about why he was late, so this was his first time seeing him being in a hurry to go somewhere.

"Aren't you going to move this damn car, or do you want a picture of me?" Edward thundered angrily at the driver, jolting him back to reality.

"No sir, I'm so sorry." The driver said to Edward with a trembling tone before hitting the accelerator pedal and zooming off.

After driving for some minutes, they finally got to the destination, and immediately he pulled over, Edward, unlike before, opened the door of the car and got down without even waiting for the driver to come and open the door for him.

Getting down from the car, he walked directly to the apartment right in front of him and tried opening the door, but to his greatest disappointment, the door was locked.

Groaning angrily, he turned his gaze towards the driver, who swallowed hard as he saw the angry look on Edward's face.

"Hope you are happy now; she has already left," Edward said to the driver, who furrowed his brows at him.

"Who, sir?" The driver asked Edward with a confused tone.

"Your head, you damn head," Edward said to the diver while fuming in anger.

To be continued...